Time stands still.

Around them, the pain of their past crumbles to dust, and they watch it in silence, their arms wrapped around each other.

"What now?" she asks when it settles.

His pulse is suddenly erratic, his heart hammering behind his ribs. "We move on. Together."

Contentment spikes through her lavender scent. "Together sounds nice."

And it does. Together, en masse, conjointly…a million different words. He wants them all—needs them all—and there's not another moment to waste.

Taking a steady breath, Sesshoumaru tightens his hold. "It has been four—"

He doesn't get a chance to finish.